Beginning to become a saint from the path of time and fruit

A wisp of golden incense sticks curl up and burn, and the fireworks gather into a painting, recalling the glorious past.

Like throwing stones at a mirror lake, the picture is undulating.

Anle was a little curious, what kind of past could be seen through this golden age energy drawn from the Bai Ge girl, and what kind of time path fruit could be gathered.

The girl who held an umbrella and stood quietly behind him under the spring rain in the mountains, following him lightly along the three hundred steps of the green mountain, Ye Wenxi of the Ye family... It was rumored that she was also the owner of the Little Holy Order and a competitor for Anle.

Therefore, Anle is curious.

It is reasonable to harvest the wool of competitors to strengthen oneself.

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In the dusk clouds and mist, there are white feathers of plain snow flying from high in the sky.

Carrying the cold, wrapped in the cold.

Falling on the vast earth, it absorbs blood and turns into blood red, more dazzling than the bright moon and more dazzling than the blazing sun.

"Wenxi, are you afraid?"

"Not afraid."

"The soldiers are safe? The soldiers are safe, and the people are safe? Fill in the ravines, sigh that the country remains the same, thousands of villages are deserted. As a descendant of my Ye family, I should take crossing the river as my lifelong wish, cross the Canglang River, and gallop on my homeland , take back the Middle Earth that belongs to us.”

"Wenxi knows!"

"Go on, kill, fight, and become stronger. When you become strong enough, I will go to the Holy Mountain to ask for a small holy order for you. You can ask the holy master whether the swords and guns of my Ye family can Can China be restored?"

"good!"

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The calm conversation, with a bit of surging energy, shattered the flying snow in the sky.

A man covered in armor, holding a long spear, stood quietly with his eyes lowered, staring at the still immature girl, like a tiger watching the first fight of its cubs.

The young girl Ye Wenxi, still childlike, dragged a long cyan sword with a firm gaze, stepping on the red snow on the ground, her small body shouted loudly, and trotted towards the front while dragging the sword.

Alone and petite.

On the charge.

It was a military team composed of twenty or thirty cultivators, with energy and blood intertwined like a curtain, coming on foot, with ferocious eyes and murderous intent, as if they were about to shake away the dusk clouds in the sky, and the aura of gold and iron horses was suffocating. .

The girl experienced her first fear, her energy and blood surged from beneath her skin, and her mind was vented from the Niwan Palace.

The sword in his hand bloomed with thousands of sword flowers, which spread into the body of the leader of the cultivators. A head flew up, and the hot blood spilled on the snow, melting the ice.

The other practitioners rushed over and drowned the young girl Ye Wenxi.

Fight, fight, and keep getting stronger.

The girl Ye Wenxi seemed to have entered a state of selflessness, her eyes became more and more ruthless, and there was only killing in her eyes.

She must continue to become stronger, strong enough to inherit the will of the Ye family, carry the guns and swords of the Ye family, and let the hooves of the Ye family's war horses travel across the former homeland of the Central Plains!

The man covered in armor watched quietly. The gun in his hand was pointed out at the right time. The enemy strongman who wanted to intervene was directly punched through the air. As he screamed and screamed, the flying snow and yellow sand were stained with blood.

A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour.

The young girl Ye Wenxi stood in the snow, panting, leaning on her sword.

Twenty-seven bodies fell around him.

Looking up at the armored man, she smiled among the corpses.

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At this point, the picture has disappeared, and the past years cannot be retained, and time will never return.

Anle used the spirit of time to catch a glimpse of the girl's greatness in time, and she couldn't help but be shocked by it.

The picture in this wisp of time is completely different from the picture Anle had observed before.

There is no more sadness and parting, no more happiness, but a bit more tragedy and responsibility.

Through the picture, you can feel the stubbornness of the girl and the expectation of the armored man when you are in the killing scene.

Anle slowly opened his eyes. The night was dark and chilly. The spring frost that had risen in the middle of the night seemed to have condensed morning dew on his clothes.

His mind couldn't calm down for a long time. Guan Yewenxi drew his sword and killed people, as if he was immersed in the scene, and the impact on his mind was quite severe.

But what surprised An Le even more was that Ye Wenxi, such a soft and soft girl, actually lost twenty-seven lives in two quarters of an hour.

This contrast made Anle feel even more vigilant about Ye Wenxi's power and impressive talent.

Mrs. Hua said that Ye Wenxi was the true genius of this generation of the Ye family, and he was truly worthy of the title. His ambition was comparable to that of Doufu Taoist Xin Luo Qingchen.

This woman will be his next opponent on the Little Saint List...

The spring cold came late at night, and An Leden felt a little stressed.

[Obtain the Fruit of Time: Selflessness]

[Note: Selflessness (Tao Fruit): When fighting, you forget yourself and put aside life and death. Only in one battle can your combat skills, skills, and fighting spirit be greatly improved, and your combat power be greatly increased]

A wisp of golden age energy, a self-forgettable piece of Condensation Dao Fruit.

It is somewhat similar to the Dao Fruit [Fearless Mind], both are Dao fruits that cannot bless the energy of time, but the effect is quite effective.

A fearless heart can make Anle fearless, facing pressure, facing difficulties and obstacles, fearless, overcoming obstacles and moving forward, and even receiving feedback from the Tao Fruit.

The [Forgetfulness] Dao Fruit is used in battles to stimulate selflessness during war and greatly increase combat power.

It was a very strange state. Anle recalled the scene of Ye Wenxi charging alone in the years of anger, losing selflessness in the fight, and killing twenty-seven enemy soldiers.

It was an unexpected gain. Such a Taoist fruit was not usually used, but it might have miraculous effects.

The night was dark, and before we knew it, it was early morning, and the sky was turning white.

Anle never chose to practice anymore. He got up and went into the house, took the books, lit the lamp, and started reading.

Another condition for meeting the Holy Master is to get the top spot in the imperial examination!

Therefore, spring is just around the corner, so I must read every day.

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Qin Xiangfu.

There are nine winding corridors and flowing water. Although the night is dark, there are still people sitting and talking in the leisure pavilion of the waterside pavilion.

Qin Qianqiu, the young master of Qin, was sitting in the pavilion. What was placed in front of him was not tea, but the wine "Penglai Chun" that was hard to buy in Lin'an Prefecture. It was a kind of wine brewed from the spiritual fruits of heaven and earth. Absorb spiritual energy from the body and strengthen your cultivation.

Opposite Qin Qianqiu, Luo Qingchen sat quietly, a glass full of wine without drinking a drop.

The atmosphere in the pavilion was somewhat tense.

Just because Qin Qianqiu kept drinking, his attitude was cold and he didn't say much.

Originally, he had great expectations for Luo Qingchen to enter the Sixth Mountain and become a mountain guard, but when these expectations were shattered, what was left was boredom and disappointment.

Luo Qingchen could naturally feel the atmosphere, but he didn't say much. He was not qualified to explain anything.

"Mr. Luo, that Anle... came from Chongzhou. He only practiced cultivation and enlightenment for a few days, but his ability surpassed the teacher. He climbed the sixth mountain and obtained the Little Holy Order, which even made the teacher's Taoist heart dusty again."

"Sir, there are talented people from generation to generation. Your once magnificent splendor is no longer the same. The frost beats the yellow flowers, showing your decadence."

Qin Qianqiu sighed: "I think back to those days when my husband came from Qingzhou, dazzling like gold washed away from the dust. With one man and one sword, he won both battles in Lin'an. How proud of the spring breeze."

"This Anle is like the old gentleman."

"But he has a better future than you, sir. He obtained the Little Holy Order, and his paintings were even praised in the academy, and he founded the Mozhu School on his own."

"It is a pity and a shame that such talents cannot be chosen by me."

Qin Qianqiu seemed to be feeling sad and drank a glass of wine.

Luo Qingchen turned to look at the prosperous waterside pavilion of Prime Minister Qin's Mansion, and his face became much calmer.

Even if Qin Qianqiu's words contained many shocks, he would still treat them calmly. Perhaps he was used to it after suffering too many blows.

"Qingchen is ashamed of the cultivation and resources he has given to Prime Minister Qin for many years."

Luo Qingchen finally raised the cup, took a sip and said softly.

Qin Qianqiu's eyes fell on Luo Qingchen, and his pupils seemed to reflect the moonlight, looking a bit cold: "Mr. Luo, this new guest on the Little Saint List is deeply involved with the Lin Mansion, and the Qin Mansion and the Lin Mansion are fighting to the death. , if you can enter the Qin Mansion, it would be best, if not..."

Among the waterside pavilions, murderous intent suddenly arose.

Qin Qianqiu didn't take it seriously at the beginning, only thinking that Anle was a idiot who was only enlightened at the age of eighteen, and then he rose to prominence as a young man and won the Little Holy Order. Now he takes Anle very seriously.

This transformation only takes place within a few days.

Luo Qingchen drank calmly.

"If you are not allowed to enter the Qin Mansion, then please kill him, sir." Qin Qianqiu looked at Luo Qingchen and finally felt eager again.

Luo Qingchen looked at Qin Qianqiu.

Killing a proud man who had just received the Little Holy Order, Hua Jiebing was optimistic about it, and the Master of the Sixth Mountain gave him a sword. Was this to make him, Luo Qingchen, give up his life in exchange for his life with An Le?

"Young Master, I have a dusty heart and need to rest my mind. Please find someone else to deal with this matter."

Luo Qingchen stood up, shook his head, stood up, bowed to say goodbye, and turned to leave.

Qin Qianqiu sat in the pavilion and stared at Luo Qingchen's back: "Sir, not to mention the East China Sea Dixin Pearl, just for the glory, wealth and cultivation resources that the Qin Mansion has given to you over the years, you should make some repayments. It looks like that.”

Luo Qingchen's back paused for a moment, then broke into the cold night and left the Qin Mansion.

After drinking a cup of Penglai spring wine that reflected the moonlight, Qin Qianqiu suddenly sneered softly.

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The warmth of the morning light dissipates the slight chill of spring.

The entire Lin'an Mansion began to stir uneasily.

Yesterday, at the foot of the Sixth Mountain, a young man in white clothes climbed the mountain with a sword, and picked an ink pool under a peach tree. The practitioners who watched the young man get the sword all sent people to collect all the information about the young man.

I started cultivating at the age of eighteen, and within only a few days of practice, I have already refined the breath of the divine womb, forged my body and cast my spiritual bones. I am a late bloomer!

Nowadays, people are selected to go to Lin'an for the Spring Festival.

What is even more shocking is the young man's paintings. His strange sketches attracted the attention of the Lin Mansion and he became the Lin Mansion's painter. Later, the young man's ink paintings of bamboo and stone were circulated in the academy.

The ink bamboo painting was admired and praised by two masters from the School of Literature, and they even shared and appreciated it personally.

It is said that there is a Mozhu sect that can be called everyone!

A painting, a sword, and a young man shocked half of Lin'an.

On this day, it was circulated in Lin'an from the Literary Academy that the demand for the ink bamboo paintings described was in short supply, and it was widely circulated, and all the literati and poets in Lin'an were alarmed.

On this day, the name of An family swept across like a hurricane!

On this day, Anle got up early and went to the West Lake while reading as usual, squatting with Fairy Yunrou.